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Stella was standing at the kitchen stove, thinking about her husband's long, thick cock when she felt his hands circle around her and squeeze her tits. "That's what I had in mind for breakfast," Hank chuckled, massaging the mounds of Stella's throbbing titties. "I can always stop for food on the road, but have to store up enough pussy to last me for a week, this time."

Stella giggled like a young girl. Even though she and Hank had been married for ten years, he hadn't lost the trick of setting her knees shaking and her cunt throbbing. Stella had a quick fuse when it came to her husband. All he had to do was touch her and her pussy got wet and hot.

"Are you sure we have time?" Stella giggled, glancing at the clock. She knew that they did, but it would mean that Hank would have to eat his breakfast on the run.

"I'd rather have pussy than breakfast," the trucker said, picking Stella up in his strong arms and heading for the bedroom.

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